A Christmas Story
a Christmas Haiku
flys hovering dung;
A rubbish place for a King.
‘Twas the first, Christmas.”
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Natasha Collazo
**Studying Modern Journalism NYU **
Student @ American Writers & Artists Institute
Project: The diary of an emo Latina (2025)
Content and freelance creator
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Comments (6)
I just reread this... it is brilliantly put!
Cleverly done... yes, that first Christmas wasn't in the best accomodation in Bethlehem!
Very lovely!
Beautifully crafted words.
Ah, it indeed must have that kinda situation when Jesus was born. Loved your Haiku!
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